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 May 2014 Marcus White
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 May 2014 Marcus White
Genevieve
Bury me.
Six feet under.
Don’t cry when you come to visit.

Talk to me
(I’ll get lonely, with all these rotting souls surrounding me)

Plants will grow,
from my decaying body,
weaving through my bones.

Let them stay,
they have made friends
with my skeleton
And creaking soul.
Sitting under a tree in a graveyard thoughts.
Your simpler than beauty
Your kinder than grace
Your beliefs are stronger than faith
Your hidden among the stars
Your lost in the words that are spoken
Your thoughts are often lost among other things
Your lack of courage is stopping you from living
Your meant to do big things
Your smart and kind who cares what people think
Your born a great amazing person-please don't change
Your meant to go far-no matter what anyone else may say
 May 2014 Marcus White
Ranger
Those things
Those people
Those choices
Make us who we are
But they don't define us
If you want to change your past
Change today
Change your self
The can make you
They can break you
Or
You can break the cycal
You can make your self

There only ghost in the past
Wake up..Start my day
Oh my poetry has gone away
Missing my heart
Missing my soul
I sit and wonder where did it go?
Should I look in lost and found?
Is it running around all over town?
I wonder where could it be?
Then I remember it's locked inside of me
Where is that emotional key?
I want to play with my Poetry
Imagination from mind to pen
Vibration from words seamlessly blend
Create art by showing my heart
I can't stop...so I start
Not the whole just a part
Inspiration can be hard to find
To calm the many storms in a poets mind
I write..I fight to ignite a flame
A spiritual reality I maintain
Fertile is the soil of my soul
Free for my poetry to continue to grow..
M.A.N 5-6-14 So blocked lately I have been working on long personal pieces..these freestyle flows help me loosen up..♏
 May 2014 Marcus White
RA
Do not forgive me.
I do not want your forgiveness,
I don't not want to think I might need it.
Do not forgive me.
I do not want doubtful thoughts,
thoughts that maybe you are right, I have wrong.
Do not forgive me-
I do not want to give you this chance-
the chance to feel gloriously magnanimous.
Thinking about Nora from A Doll's House by Ibsen

April 9, 2014
1:36 PM
Roses are red,

Some Diamonds are blue,

I used to have a simple life,

Until I met you,

You broke my heart,

Split it in two,

Now I sit here,

Waiting for YOU
UGH......so HAPPY
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